Two hours after my ex-husband remarried, he walked into my hospital room to force me to sign an NDA—until something happened that left both him and his bride completely shaken.

you feel like you won?”

I thought of Dominic in his tuxedo, standing in my hospital room with a contract in his hand, certain I would sign because I was too exhausted to resist.

Then I looked at my daughter’s tiny hand curled around mine.

I smiled.

“No,” I said quietly.

“I feel like I belong to myself again.”